We’ve had a treacherous relationship
You and I …
Neglecting each other so often
Dishelving each other,
Unwashing each other.
Telling each other to shut up, to forget about each other’s nonsense, telling each other it’s all worthless any way.
What you say,
What I say.
Sometimes we have hurt each other
Even went as far as to try and destroy each other, when taking a step forward or backward wasn’t option anymore and neither was the impossibility of being still of being with each other at all.
I often feel we have abandoned each other, leaving us each to become soulless, disparate matter slowly dissolving away into the atmosphere, sometimes.
Of course we have broken, shattered into shards and fragments all of a sudden, as if pushed
From a great height
And we fall.
And each time,
We are forced to mend each other again, you and I.
And each time we do this,
Each time we mend
I find myself staring at the pieces of you
At first so ugly
At some moment afterwards,
As I look more closely I begin to see those fragments
Wandering why I never noticed that they were beautiful before.
As I piece us back together again
I think how precious we are
And that I really must take care of us.
But if I don’t and I forget
Or that emptiness starts filling me up again…
I can remember that if we break again at least then I can the beauty of those pieces again.
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